29679 Had it not been too fiendish I could have imagined that the gleam of the fanlight showed exultation in his face.
29680 'I heard some rumour of it,' said he.
29681 The cab had driven up and I left him.
29682 Lower Burke Street proved to be a line of fine houses lying in the vague borderland between Notting Hill and Kensington.
29683 The particular one at which my cabman pulled up had an air of smug and demure respectability in its old-fashioned iron railings, its massive folding-door and its shining brasswork.
29684 All was in keeping with a solemn butler who appeared framed in the pink radiance of a tinted electric light behind him.
29685 'Yes, Mr Culverton Smith is in.
29686 Dr Watson!
29687 Very good, sir, I will take up your card.'
29688 My humble name and tide did not appear to impress Mr Culverton Smith.
29689 Through the half-open door I heard a high, petulant, penetrating voice.